Effulgence
spawns on the transparent pons...

Between now and then
we are forever running...

There's the cage of those
who lack reason, and those who're...

It seems all these strangers know me.
Maybe this is only a dream...

The hands of time are
the drumsticks that beat on the...

From their green fragrance
watermelons are bleeding...

Everytime we hug
we inbreathe each other...

Do you remember that you were braiding my hair
and I was breathing...

Empty spaces are saturated by omnipresence
when mirrors recognise...

I was tiptoeing on the bough of a bird’s elation...
As much as the bird was clinging onto my finger...

There is someone out there
who reads all my poems...

To go on going somewhere,
and that’s...